The light from the great fire fell directly on Grosvenor's face and showed its pallor.

It was evident that he was weary through and through, but he tried to hold himself erect and he did not flinch when the sharp blades flashed close to his face.

But Tayoga knew that his feelings had become blunted.

Only the trained forest runner could keep steady in the face of such threats.
When they came near the fire, one of the warriors gave Grosvenor a push, and he fell amid cruel laughter.

But he struggled to his feet again, stood a few minutes, and then sank down on a little hillock, where his captors left him alone for the present.